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3. The perfect son

Giving birth to Draco almost killed Narcissa. Her hips were so narrow and fragile that it was really difficult to get Draco out of her womb without killing him too. Lucius wasn't home when this happened, he was on duty with his fellow Death Eaters, killing and torturing innocent people.

When she first got the baby on her arms, she felt such love for this tiny boy she had never imagined she could feel. He was so pure, so innocent. He didn't know anything about the cruel world. He hadn't suffered. That moment she decided to protect her son from any harms in the world. She would do anything to guarantee that he got the perfect life she had never had.

Lucius came home. He was really pleased to have a son and he stayed home for a longer time than for ages. Narcissa felt complete again. They were a family.

"He will be called Draco, after my grand-father" Lucius announced and Narcissa had nothing to add. The boy was a Malfoy, so he should have a Malfoy-ish name. Deep in her heart Narcissa thought that the name Draco was a bit ridiculous, but she had long time ago learnt to keep her thoughts in her head. Lucius Malfoy didn't want anyone to come to tell him what he was supposed to do or think. Narcissa knew that and never said a word about her thoughts.

"Draco? Well, that's a lovely name, it really is… extraordinaire.  Special, like our son" she said and smiled lovingly to Lucius.

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The morning of the 31st of October seemed to be as normal as any morning. The sun was shining brightly. Lucius was home, but he had to leave very early. He had been in a very good mood for some time now: there was absolutely something going on with the Dark Lord. Narcissa didn't know what it would be this time and, in fact, she wasn't even interested in hearing it. If she had known that the incidents of that peculiar day would change their whole life, she could have been more interested, or even frightened. She hadn't known.

During the breakfast that was served in the Grey Hall, Lucius was humming and smiling slyly to himself. "You know, today something important is going to happen" he finally burst out. Narcissa smiled absent-mindedly to him and kept feeding Draco.

Lucius stared at her, clearly waiting for something. "Well? Aren't you interested in hearing what it is?" Narcissa nodded, still concentrating on her son. "Course I am." Lucius smiled happily. "Today, the Dark Lord is finally going to… ", he stopped abruptly and touched his arm. "It's the call. I got to go now, but I'll come back in the evening and we can arrange a party or something. Just you wait!" He strode out of the room.

Narcissa stared after him. What could it possibly be? What could be worth throwing a party? She sighed and turned to face her two-moth-old son. "My little honey Draco. You are the most important child in the world, you really are.

In the evening, there wasn't a party at the Malfoys.

The next day whole wizarding world knew it: The Dark Lord had been defeated.

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Draco Malfoy grew up in the huge Malfoy Manor. He never had other children to play or compete with, so he became arrogant and self-conscious. Narcissa saw her son became just as mean and evil as her sister had always been and she was so proud of him. Her little angel, he could never do anything wrong.

Even the Dark Lord defeated, Lucius was still often away from home, but now that Narcissa had Draco with her she didn't feel so lonely. They had been very lucky because Lucius hadn't got caught among his fellow Death Eaters. They could continue their life almost like it had been before the defeat of the Dark Lord.

Lucius adored his son and when he was home, he usually spent all his time with him. He had no time to remember that he even had a wife. Narcissa felt hurt, but she froze her heart. No one in this world could hurt her anymore. She had a good name, respected husband, adorable child, a big house and a lot of servants and she was wealthy. What more could she possibly want?

Love, maybe. Love? That's not so important, she thought and smiled at her husband who was teaching their five-year-old son how to make their pet bird suffer without killing it. Draco was laughing and clapping his hands together.

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